FIRST. If ever I heard a madman,--let's away!
Why, you long-winded--Sir, you go beyond me.
I pride myself on being moderate.
Good night! Go home. Besides, you curse so loud,
The watch will hear you. Get you home at once.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE V.--LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
_A Gallery on one side. The moonlight streaming through a range of
windows on the wall opposite_. MARY, LADY CLARENCE, LADY MAGDALEN
DACRES, ALICE. QUEEN _pacing the Gallery. A writing table in front_.
QUEEN _comes to the table and writes and goes again, pacing the
Gallery_.
LADY CLARENCE. Mine eyes are dim: what hath she written? read.
ALICE. 'I am dying, Philip; come to me.'
LADY MAGDALEN. There--up and down, poor lady, up and down.
ALICE. And how her shadow crosses one by one
The moonlight casements pattern'd on the wall,
Following her like her sorrow. She turns again.
[QUEEN _sits and writes, and goes again_.
LADY CLARENCE. What hath she written now?
ALICE. Nothing; but 'come, come, come,' and all awry,
And blotted by her tears. This cannot last.
[QUEEN _returns_.
MARY. I whistle to the bird has broken cage,
And all in vain. [_Sitting down_.
Calais gone--Guisnes gone, too--and Philip gone!
LADY CLARENCE.
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